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"Somewhere near the end it said 'You can't do this.' I said, 'I can, too.'"

A chilly morning here in Providence, mid fifties (F), and we have rain on the way. But the tree outside my office window is still green.

The problem (as I have said before) with having three consecutive days like Friday, Saturday, and Sunday —— days when I wrote in excess of 2,000 words each day —— is that I will very soon be exhausted. And I will have something more like (for me) a normal writing day. Like yesterday, when I "only" wrote 1,327 words on Chapter Nine of The Red Tree. Perfectly respectable, leaning towards very good, in terms of word count, but after those three exceptional days, it feels like I slacked off. Even though the 1,327 words I did yesterday actually took me longer to write than the 2,238 words from Sunday. Regardless, it's going well. It's wrapping up.

Not a lot else to say this morning. We went back to Poe's The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket last night, and were reading until about 2:30 ayem.

I have not left the house since...Jesus fuck...October 15th. This is not the way I want to be.

This evening, after the writing, I have to get around to signing off on the proofreading for A is for Alien, as the book goes to the printer in late November.

I think that's all for now. I must get back to Sarah Crowe.

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I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around.
Peel back the mountains, peel back the sky,
Stomp gravity into the floor.
It's a Man Ray kind of sky.
Let me show you what I can do with it.
Time and distance are out of place here.

Step up, step up, step up. The sky is open-armed.
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull.

Somewhere near the end it said,
"You can't do this." I said, "I can, too."
Shift, sway, rivers shift, oceans fall, and mountains drift.
It's a Man Ray kind of sky.
Let me show you what I can do with it.

Step up, step up, step up. The sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around.
Shift, the swaying river's shift.
Oceans fall, and mountains drift.
It's a Man Ray kind of sky.
Let me show you what I can do with it.
Time and distance are out of place here.

Step up, step up, step up. The sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...

Reason had harnessed the tame.
Holding the sky in their arms.
Gravity pulls me down.
(R.E.M., "Feeling Gravity's Pull")
Tags: a is for alien, antisocial me, autumn, the red tree, writing
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